Text from; Douchebag Salvatore

In for a dinner party?

Text to; Douchebag Salvatore

Does my answer even matter?

Text from; Douchebag Salvatore

See you at six. Wear something nice.

Text to; Douchebag Salvatore

I always do.

I can never stay mad at Damon for long. It doesn't matter what he says, he has this talent of somehow making you feel like the bad guy for ignoring him. It's why I'm standing next to him right now, in the tomb under the ruins of fell church looking at the girl who was my sister once. Her body had desiccated, she can no longer move and only the smell of blood from the bottle that Damon is waving under her nose can wake her up. He pours some between her lips and into her mouth, when that first drop hit her tongue she begins to drink.

"Great. Drink up girl." I scoff as she takes the bottle out of his hands and continues to drink, crumpling up the plastic to get the last drops out.

"She isn't a dog." Damon rolls his eyes, the tension isn't gone. "She comes pretty close."

"We've come bearing gifts. I didn't have time to properly shop but Lola donated some things from her closet. You should be thankful to your sister." He hangs some of my clothes on the iron grating inside the tomb where I have followed him. There is still a flashlight on in the corner, though it must be running out of batteries soon. Katherine's face has cleared up, no longer gray and as if made of stone, now just the face of Elena, the face of Katerina.

"Wow, that blood did the trick. You're almost pretty again." She raises one of her elegant eyebrows.

"What is it that you want Damon?" She doesn't even look at me, I think that she is under the impression that our little connection is over after the brief history lesson she gave me. But it isn't that easy to me, I can not ignore that this girl used to be my everything. She is probably the only sibling I have ever had who isn't in a grave right now. Ironically, most of them were put there by Katherine.

"Guess who's back in town? Your old friend, John Gilbert." Katherine is still laying on the ground and looks mostly bored, with a little twinkle in her eye.

"Really. Why?"

"Wait, who is John Gilbert?" Damon waves me off and Katherine doesn't even seem to notice.

"Says he loves his daughter, wants to protect her from Elijah and big, bad Klaus." What she does notice is that I don't flinch when hearing the name anymore and she smirks at this.

"Touching," she smiles and gets up from the dirty floor. Slowly pulling herself to stand up.

"Yeah, right. He told me this old wives tale about how to kill an original." Katherine walks over to the clothes I did not donate but that Damon did steal from me and browses through them.

"And you want to know if it's true. If it was, I wouldn't tell you." She pick out a red leather Yves Saint Laurent jacket and slips it on. It's like it was made for her.

"I like your style, sestra." She grins at me.

"Now, why wouldn't you tell me that? I mean, you want Elijah and Klaus dead as much as I do."

She shrugs and pushes the red leather up, "Klaus, yes. Elijah, no. He's compelled me to stay in here. If he dies, I'm stuck here forever."

She paces through the tomb, she is nervous, I can feel it.

"Sucks for you."

"Forget it, Damon. Killing Elijah would be a suicide mission. You can't do it."

A sly smirk takes over his face, it's his up to no good- smirk.

"Can so."

"Can't."

"Even with a dagger and a little white oak ash?" she turns around and the surprise on her face is painfully obvious.

"No Damon, if you kill Elijah, then I'm stuck here forever."

He laughs, "you're really scared."

"Just get me out of here first and then I'll help you. I'll...I'll help you kill Elijah or...or protect Elena. Whatever you want." I look up at him with a face that is asking him question I won't say out loud.

"Damon," says my silent scared voice. It's me asking him to let her go, even when she is an evil bitch, my compassion for family has no limit.

He has Stefan. His big brother, and she was my big sister once, I wish she still was. He shakes his head decisively.

"I get you out of here and your ass is sipping Klaus-free margaritas on some unknown island somewhere. No way." The no way is meant for me, telling me he thought about it, that if I want it I'll have to take care of it myself.

"That's not true. I'll stay. Damon, please just don't do it." Desperation clings to every word.

"Well, thank you, you've told me everything I need to know. Come on Lola." He grabs me by my hand.

"I've told you nothing."

"You have. You have indeed confirmed that it is possible to kill an Original, which I will do tonight. Guess who's coming to dinner?" He guides me out of the tomb and the last thing I hear from down there is my name slipping from her lips.

I'm standing around awkwardly, waiting. Bouncing on my black heels, fixing my hair. We're in the library, Alaric and Damon are discussing some big game plan where I'm sure Alaric doesn't know half of it. There are pearls decorating my hair, like a tiny little crown and my body is wrapped in skin tight black dress. I can't even breath in this thing, so I sure hope Damon didn't have big plans for me.

"What do you want me to do?" he smiles and touches my hair, I slap his hand away.

"You just look pretty, alright." I wish I could punch him without breaking my wrist and every little bone in my fingers. Talking off fingers, I flip him off.

The dining table has been completely set up by Andie and Jenna, both people I haven't met before but who do know who I am. Jenna is Elena's aunt and primary caretaker, Elena told her about me, probably my whole story and I guess that isn't that weird.

Andie is... well Andie is Damon's "girlfriend" which is an interesting position for her to be in. She is beautiful and very nice and she tells me that she presents the evening news.  It's nice to just talk to some of the normal people of Mystic Falls for a change.

The doorbell rings, Jenna excuses herself and goes to open it. In walks an older man with blue eyes, he is wearing a slick suit.

"Who invited him?" Jenna spits, hostile.

Damon walks out of the library and into the front hall.

"John. Surprise. Leave." So this must be the infamous John Gilbert, Elena's biological dad.

"When Jenna told me she was coming to a dinner party for Elijah, I decided I couldn't miss out on all the fun and games." I hear footsteps from behind me and when I turn around I see Alaric walk in.

"There are not going to be any games tonight, John. It's just a friendly dinner party."

I follow John's stare to Damon and I get why he is the one he looks at.

"What he said." Damon answers to a question never asked.

Sorry, this is really short! But next chapter is the dinner party and I didnt want to cram that into here.

Love,

Rosie.